Chapter 130: Influence Goes Abroad

Thinking of it, he immediately sent a message to Dark Circles.

In less than 20 minutes, the two brothers appeared excitedly at Fang Xinghe's house.

"Young Master Fang, any instructions?"

Fang Xinghe couldn't help but laugh: "Who were you two sent to interview this time?"

Dark Circles: "Your uncle, of course!"

Bald Forehead: "And those who dare to speak ill of you. It's like looking for a needle in a haystack."

"Is the overseas allowance high?"

"High my..."

As a result, when Tom Hudson appeared in the video, the mecha he brought left Lin Yu, who hadn't played online games at the time, stunned and feeling incredibly shocked.

Fortunately, it went very smoothly. Seeing that he was willing to spend 200 yuan to buy a set of old clothes from a construction site, many people scrambled to sell them to him.

Immediately, I looked closely. The armor on the dried corpse at the spot Abu pointed to had already sunk into its body, as if it had suffered a heavy blow. However, the wound looked like it had been pierced by some weapon; the flesh was completely sunken. When my second uncle walked over to observe the wound, he suddenly stepped on something under his feet with a clatter.

But only the front was the way to live; going back would only make them a meal for these beetles. Besides, these beetles were so brightly colored that it would be strange if they weren't poisonous.

She knocked her head against the ground with a thud, but there wasn't a single word in her speech that framed Fei Jingyue; she only said it was a means to compete for favor.

"Of course I know, I gave it to her." Wang Xiang bent down and removed the Eight Desolations Departing Fire Mirror from Tang Wanqing's neck. Continuing to wear it on her wouldn't do; this item might forcibly drain her energy, and if a person's vitality was gone, death from overwork wouldn't be far off.

After the young man got out of the car, three strong men followed from inside, looking like the young man's bodyguards.

This wasn't the end of it. Liu Feng leaped up, his only thought at that moment being to kill Nangong Xue.

"I'm at the school gate. It's Marxism-Leninism this afternoon, I skipped class." Skipping class, when spoken by the beauty, made it feel so natural. But for Wang Xiang, this was adding frost to snow. The earlier the beauty came out, the longer he would be late.

Fei Jingyue smiled indifferently and said again: "You old slave have a look of loyalty and righteousness, but wasn't this poison administered by you yourself? Are you putting on a performance here now?" Could it be that this is your loyalty?

Listening to my sister's gentle voice, I felt very heartbroken. I suddenly wanted to see her appearance, so I tried hard to open my eyes.

In Wu Jiang, at the No. 1 King's Court Hotel, on the dining table in suite 502, Wang Mang poured wine for Xiong Wu while speaking.

This old man, who had lived for more than two hundred years, seemed unable to endure the fear of death that was drawing ever closer.

The power of this Seven Kill Fist was definitely no less than the True Martial Divine Fist, and what's more, Ma Zhanshan had used this sky full of water spray to achieve Qi Refining into Form.

I was already in a bad mood, and I hated nothing more than others mentioning my mother in front of me. I said viciously: "Believe it or not, I'll kill you right now!" As I spoke, I walked over, raised my hand, and was about to punch the man in the face.

The security guard looked at the gold-stamped invitation, his expression immediately shocked, and he hurriedly slapped himself with a "pop."

If it weren't for being betrayed by the traitor Ba Qiang, how could they have fallen into a trap and lost so many people?

If it weren't for Yu Leizhe's warning, she might not have thought of this connection. This was the military soul; every move of the chief concerned the reputation of the entire unit. Now the military soul was tottering, and how many people had dug traps waiting for Bo Ming to fall in.

"If it weren't for your master back then, there wouldn't be the me of today! Must thank him properly!" Qing Yanran seemed to be in a great mood.

Lin An'an's tone was already very unfriendly, but Huo Ansen didn't have a temper at all and just followed her out.

There is another question: will other sects and martial artists who have not joined the White Jade Tower stand on the side of the Yuanji Sect because they fear that the White Jade Tower will deal with them in the same way in the future?